Quotes from Jean-Paul Sartre

Lo sai, quando giocavamo all'avventuriero e all'avventuriera, tu eri quello a cui capitavano avventure ed io ero quella che le faceva capitare.

Ces émotions inoffensives je ne les ai jamais refusées; au contraire. Pour les ressentir il suffit d'être un tout petit peu seul, juste assez pour se débarrasser au bon moment de la vraisemblance.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings.

Si, sono contenta che tu sia rimasto lo stesso. Se t'avessero spostato, ridipinto, piantato sul margine d'un'altra strada, non avrei avuto più nulla di fisso per orientarmi. Tu mi sei indispensabile: io cambio; tu, è inteso che resti immutabile ed io misuro i miei cambiamenti in rapporto a te.

Prima di prendere questa decisione mi sentivo in una solitudine così terribile che pensavo al suicidio. Ciò che mi ha trattenuto è stata l'idea che nessuno, assolutamente nessuno si sarebbe commosso alla mia morte, che in morte sarei stato ancora più solo che in vita.

it stands behind me like a boneless ghost and depends on me alone to lend it my flesh.

Nous, nous battions des paupières. Un clin d'Å"il, ça s'appelait. Un petit éclair noir, un rideau qui tombe et qui se relève : la coupure est faite. L'Å"il s'humecte, le monde s'anéantit. Vous ne pouvez pas savoir combien c'était rafraîchissant. Quatre mille repos dans une heure. Quatre mille petites évasions.

Non mi stupiva più, adesso, che alzasse il naso in aria con tanto impeto: il destino degli uomini di questa statura si svolge sempre qualche pollice al di sopra della loro testa.

Existence everywhere, to infinity, superfluous, always and everywhere; existence - which is never limited by anything but existence...existence is a repletion which man can never abandon.

Mi sento pieno di malanimo vero questo piccolo presuntuoso così bugiardo; può darsi che sia dispetto: ero felice che mentisse agli altri ma avrei voluto che facesse un'eccezione per me: credevo che ci saremmo messi d'accordo come ladri in fiera sopra la testa di tutti questi morti e che avrebbe finito per dirla, a me, la verità!

Il pense donc que l'homme, sans aucun appui et sans aucun secours, est condamné à chaque instant à inventer l'homme.

Tú serás lo que quieras: agua pura, agua sucia. Te reconocerás en el fondo de mis ojos como tú te deseas.

And without formulating anything clearly, I understood that I had found the key to Existence, the key to my Nauseas, to my own life. In fact, all that I could grasp beyond that returns to this fundamental absurdity. Absurdity: another word; I struggle against words; down there I touched the thing. But I wanted to fix the absolute character of this absurdity here. A movement, an event in the tiny coloured world of men is only relatively absurd: by relation to the accompanying circumstances.

Ah ! quelle plaisanterie. Pas besoin de gril : l'enfer, c'est les Autres.

Wives and mothers of the disappeared, when they were present at the arrest, would swear that the missing had been taken away by very polite Germans, similar to those who asked us for directions in the street.

even today, I would rather read 'thrillers' than Wittgenstein.

Existence precedes essence.

Anny kar??mda, dört y?ld?r birbirimizi görmedik, ama birbirimize söyleyecek sözümüz yok art?k.

This is what I thought: for the most banal even to become an adventure, you must (and this is enough) begin to recount it. This is what fools people: a man is always a teller of tales, he lives surrounded by his stories and the stories of others, he sees everything that happens to him through them; and he tries to live his own life as if he were telling a story.

Four lines on a white paper, a splash of blood, together that makes a beautiful memory.

In Avenue Foch, however, in the Rue des Saussaies, we would hear from neighboring buildings, all day long and late into the night, cries of suffering and terror. There was nobody in Paris who did not have a relative or friend arrested or deported or shot. It appeared that there were hidden holes in the city and that it emptied itself through these holes as if from an internal and incurable hemorrhage.

When you want to understand something you stand in front of it, alone, without help: all the past in the world is of no use. Then it disappears and what you wanted to understand disappears with it.

the world of explanations and reasons is not that of existence.

So it was necessary to work, to maintain a semblance of economic organization in the nation, to guarantee, despite the destruction and the pillaging, a level of activity. Unfortunately, the least action served the purposes of the enemy who was slaughtering us, attaching his suckers to our skin and living in symbiosis with us.